It is strange that Fao Gasol's tone of speaking is not like praying, not only lacking awe, but also a hint of mockery and a little questioning, as if the conversation is not about his belief pillar, but a bad friend or even a potential opponent.

Unlike Zorro's absolute belief, when Amon came into contact with Fao, he was a warrior who grew up from the battlefield and in his iron blood.

He has a guardian belief and a mature outlook on life and values.

Even though Amon reached out to help when he was most desperate, he never regarded Amon as a pillar of faith.

In terms of the level of believers, he is not even a shallow believer.

Even though Amon has never bewitched him in doing anything that would harm Atlansty in the past year, deep down, he has never let go of his vigilance and fear of the Lord of Nightmare.

In nothingness, Amon smiled distractedly. He didn't think he was such a great existence. The so-called Lord of Nightmare was just a fabricated identity.

Therefore, when he can communicate equally, he really doesn't want to pretend.

"Don't you have all the decisions in your heart? Why do you have to ask?" Amon asked back: "Or, if I gave you a different answer, you are not going to do it?"

"But I am a mortal after all, and I am short-sighted and cannot see the trap of fate.

Mortals will also fear the future and the unpredictable consequences.”

Fa'ao did not have any obstacles, and faced his original heart: "Many times, only you know yourself best, others can only see the achievements and glory you have achieved, but they have never understood my anxiety and confusion.

I, the demon-slaying general, are just a puppet you support."

"Haha, Fa'ao, I really don't know that you are so unconfident?"

Amon grinned, feeling that Fa'o today was too weak, and that he was not as weak as the iron-blooded general in his memory.

But on the other hand, he could also feel Fa's strong uneasiness and anxiety from the broken memory bubble.

After all, if his current decision is not good, he will drag him, his demon-slaying army, and even the entire plane, into the unfathomable abyss.

This is too heavy, so heavy that even if he is as tough as he is, he only feels that he has to bear the burden of ten thousand pounds and is difficult to bear.

Fa'o's eyes slowly moved, and he set somewhere on the huge map, where it was the north of the Pompeii Empire and the junction of the three empires.

There, on the map, there is a huge red circle of a vast land.

Once upon a time, there was a vast priest there, but now it has been slaughtered by demons.

It should be said that Fa'ao is very familiar with it, because he spent twenty years of service in the Rock Legion.

He grew up there, fought there, watched countless comrades die in battle, and also recognized the chaotic bloodthirsty of the demon.

But Fao was not familiar with it, because throughout his life, they were just passively defending and guarding the border, and he never stepped into the depths of the polluted land.

He only knew that the land had been completely assimilated by the abyss, and sulfur and flames were everywhere, just like the abyss on earth.

He only heard that the core there was a huge space crack leading to the abyss, like the wounds from the torn sky in the Atlantis plane, which was shocking.

All he knew was there was the legendary terrifying demon, the nearly one million demon legion led by Deansos.

There is the outpost and general base for the abyss invading Atlantis, and it is the largest stronghold of the demons in this world.

There, there is even a city built by demons.

Its name is pronounced in the devilish language, which is extremely difficult to pronounce, while Atlantis scholars call this scarlet land, Burning the Wasteland.

What Faao wants to do now is to attack the Burning Wasteland!

"I have been thinking about this plan for a long time, and I know that doing this has a great gambling element. I know more about this kind of desperate bet. A bad thing, I, and my demon-slaying legion will no longer exist.

But this is also the only way I can think of turning the situation around at this stage.”

Fa'ao seemed to be explaining to Amon, and also seemed to be strengthening his belief: "It seems that I have been doing a glorious thing this year. I have destroyed twenty-eight space cracks and killed hundreds of thousands of demons.

But what's the use of this?

As long as the elemental tides decrease further and as long as the plane will become weaker, the space cracks that demons can use will continue to be endless. I have destroyed twenty-eight paths in a year, but they can open up thirty places in one day.

I can slaughter hundreds of thousands of demons, but they have the foundation of the abyss. As long as they are willing, they can drive millions, or even tens of millions of demon cannon fodders to come here and ravage my home.

So, my efforts and everything I did were just in vain.

But it would be different if it were to break through the burning wasteland. As long as it was recovered, as long as it could drive the millions of demons out of Atlantis, as long as it could annihilate the space crack.

It is equivalent to holding the demon in this world's base, cutting off the most important passage in the abyss, expelling nearly half of the abyss will, and leaving Him without a foundation for its foothold.

Only in this way can we truly change the overall situation of this war."

"Since that's the case, then do it!"

Amon also looked at the huge map, paused slightly, and then said, "I know what you are hesitating about?

Such a huge battlefield, no, it should be said that the battle will inevitably require the three empires and two trade unions to help you. It must require the help of legendary powerful men, and it must also allow the Demon-Slaying Legion and you to go deep into the burning wasteland and die for a lifetime.

Even if one cannot achieve success in one battle, one will inevitably face a sharp turn of the entire battle situation, a further decline in the plane, and the destruction of all the Atlantis empires is almost within reach.

So, you hesitate, you are confused, you are at a loss, and even you start praying for my oracle.

Actually, I don’t have any oracles for you, I can only emphasize the fact that you already know - you don’t have much time left.

There may be some chance of turning the tables.

If you don’t fight, you may just survive for a little longer.

That's all!"

"That's all? Haha, the survival of a plane and the life and death of countless creatures are just that in your mouth."

Fa'ao sneered "hehe" first, but his face became serious again. After a while of silence, he whispered: "Actually, you're right, there's nothing to hesitate about."

As he said that, Fa'ao shouted loudly: "Come here!"

"Here!" A warrior in silver robe responded, waiting for the order.

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